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... ORSINO , a Prelate . SAVELLA , the Pope's Legate . OLIMPIO , Assassins . MARZIO , ANDREA , Servant to CENCI . Nobles , Judges , Guards , Servants . LUCRETIA , Wife of CENCI , and stepmother of his children . BEATRICE , his daughter ...
... ORSINO , a Prelate . SAVELLA , the Pope's Legate . OLIMPIO , Assassins . MARZIO , ANDREA , Servant to CENCI . Nobles , Judges , Guards , Servants . LUCRETIA , Wife of CENCI , and stepmother of his children . BEATRICE , his daughter ...
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... ORSINO , as in conversation . Beatrice . Pervert not truth , Orsino . You remember where we held That conversation ; -nay , we see the spot Even from this cypress . Two long years are past Since on an April midnight , underneath The ...
... ORSINO , as in conversation . Beatrice . Pervert not truth , Orsino . You remember where we held That conversation ; -nay , we see the spot Even from this cypress . Two long years are past Since on an April midnight , underneath The ...
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... ORSINO . ) This night my father gives a sumptuous feast , Orsino ; he has heard some happy news From Salamanca , from my brothers there , And with this outward show of love he mocks His inward hate . ' Tis bold hypocrisy , For he would ...
... ORSINO . ) This night my father gives a sumptuous feast , Orsino ; he has heard some happy news From Salamanca , from my brothers there , And with this outward show of love he mocks His inward hate . ' Tis bold hypocrisy , For he would ...
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... Orsino , CAMILLO , NObles . Cenci . Welcome , my friends and kinsmen ; welcome ye , Princes and Cardinals , Pillars of the Church , Whose presence honours our festivity . I have too long lived like an anchorite , And , in my absence ...
... Orsino , CAMILLO , NObles . Cenci . Welcome , my friends and kinsmen ; welcome ye , Princes and Cardinals , Pillars of the Church , Whose presence honours our festivity . I have too long lived like an anchorite , And , in my absence ...
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... Orsino's servant . - Well , what news ? Servant . My master bids me say the Holy Father Has sent back your petition thus unopened . And he demands at what hour ' twere secure To visit you again . Lucretia . [ Giving a paper . [ Exit ...
... Orsino's servant . - Well , what news ? Servant . My master bids me say the Holy Father Has sent back your petition thus unopened . And he demands at what hour ' twere secure To visit you again . Lucretia . [ Giving a paper . [ Exit ...
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Ahasuerus art thou beams beasts Beatrice beautiful beneath blood breath bright burning calm Camillo cave Cenci child clouds cold coursers curse dæmons dare dark dead death deep Demogorgon despair doth dream earth eternal eyes faint fear fire flame fled float flowers gathered gaze gentle Giacomo grave grey hair hate heard heart heaven hell hope hopes and fears human Iona Laon light limbs lips living lone looks Lucretia Mahmud Mammon Marzio mighty moon morning mortal mountains night nursling o'er ocean Orsino pain pale Panthea passed peace Peter Bell Prometheus Pyrganax round ruin sate scorn SEMICHORUS shade shadow shapes Shelley silent slaves sleep smile soul sound speak spirit stars strange stream sweet Swellfoot swift tears tempest Thebes thee thine things thou art thought throne truth twas tyrant voice wandering waves weep Whilst wild wind wings
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Страница 425 - The world's great age begins anew, The golden years return, The earth doth like a snake renew Her winter weeds outworn: Heaven smiles, and faiths and empires gleam Like wrecks of a dissolving dream.
Страница 459 - I see the Deep's untrampled floor With green and purple seaweeds strown; I see the waves upon the shore, Like light dissolved in star-showers, thrown: I sit upon the sands alone — The lightning of the noontide ocean Is flashing round me, and a tone Arises from its measured motion, How sweet! did any heart now share in my emotion.
Страница 480 - LOVE'S PHILOSOPHY The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the ocean, The winds of heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion ; Nothing in the world is single, All things by a law divine In one another's being mingle — Why not I with thine...
Страница 397 - He is a portion of the loveliness Which once he made more lovely. He doth bear His part, while the One Spirit's plastic stress Sweeps through the dull dense world : compelling there All new successions to the forms they wear...
Страница 459 - The sun is warm, the sky is clear, The waves are dancing fast and bright, Blue isles and snowy mountains wear The purple noon's transparent might, The breath of the moist earth is light Around its unexpanded buds; Like many a voice of one delight, The winds, the birds, the ocean floods, The city's voice itself, is soft like Solitude's.
Страница 239 - Lamp of Earth! where'er thou movest Its dim shapes are clad with brightness, And the souls of whom thou lovest Walk upon the winds with lightness, Till they fail, as I am failing, Dizzy, lost, yet unbewailing! Asia My soul is an enchanted boat, Which, like a sleeping swan? doth float Upon the silver waves of thy sweet singing...
Страница 502 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear: If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, • Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then, as I am listening now.
Страница 445 - Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed : And on the pedestal these words appear : 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair !
Страница 519 - SWIFTLY walk over the western wave, Spirit of Night ! Out of the misty eastern cave, Where all the long and lone daylight Thou wovest dreams of joy and fear, Which make thee terrible and dear, — Swift be thy flight...
Страница 472 - AN old, mad, blind, despised, and dying king ; Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who flow Through public scorn — mud from a muddy spring ; Rulers, who neither see, nor feel, nor know. But leech-like to their fainting country cling, Till they drop, blind in blood, without a blow ; A people starved and stabbed in the...